I heard them shouting through the muffling canvas of the bag, and then I was being impersonally hauled to my feet by my wrists, my arms wrenched up behind my back, my shoulders screaming.
The summer night is like a perfection of thought.
Good company and good discourse are the very sinews of virtue.
If you scatter thorns, don't go barefoot.
Youth would be an ideal state if it came a little later in life.
Think of yourself as an incandescent power, illuminated and perhaps forever talked to by God and his messengers.
When you have got an elephant by the hind leg, and he is trying to run away, it's best to let him run.